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Copyright  1893,  by  I..  Y.   PlNNKY  AND  E.   X.   I'lEHCK 


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AUTUMNAL  skies  were  fair,  and  blue, 
c/         And  soft  and  mild  the  morning  breeze  ; 
With  sails  unfurled — a  joyous  crew — 

We  sought  Pacific's  tranquil  seas, 

And  entered  there,  a  gate  that  stands, 
Unbarred  to  ships  of  many  lands. 


And  as  we  passed  its  portal  grand, 

Our  hearts  were  glad,  our  spirits  light, 
And  we  rejoiced,  and  eager  scanned 

The  scenes  that  came  before  our  sight. 
Near  Alcatraz,  an  island  bold, 
We  paused  to  hear  this  story  told: 


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r  RIM  Alcatraz  !     Thou  sentinel 

That  watch  hath  kept,  thro'  ages  past, 
Over  this  shining"  way  to  sea, 

()  where's  the  ship,  with  towering  mast, 
That  bore  my  loved  one  far  from  me  ? 


Thou  sentry,  with  thy  guarded  wall, 
Thou  saw'st  him  pass  and  sail  away, 

To  thread  the  trackless,  distant  sea. 

Where  rides  the  good  "St.  George  :'  to-day 

That  brings  not  back  my  love  to  me  ? 


Care'st  thou, 

that  some,  who  pass  thee  by, 

In  morning  time,  with  laugh  and  song, 

With  evening  shades,  return  no  more, 

Tho'  sad  ones  count  the  hours  so  long, 

And  lone  ones  wait  upon  the  shore  ? 


/^"HE  singer  in  a  little  boat, 

Whose  snowy  sail  gleamed  in  the  sun, 
Paused  there,  until  the  last  fond  note 

Was  sung,  then  swiftly  sped  away, 

Like  some  sweet  bird  whose  plaintive  cry 
Ere  pity  wakes,  hath  soared  on  high. 


Our  eyes  then  sought,  thro'  changing  light, 

A  distant  mount's  majestic  form, 

'  Tvvas  Tamalpais,  whose  lofty  height, 

Doth  rise  above  the  fog  and  storm  ; 

While,  neath  its  brow  fair  valleys  bloom, 

Untouched  by  frost  or  winter's  gloom. 


t^AR    up    the    slopes    of    Tamalpais, 
Within  a  shady  nook, 
Was  born  a  dainty  brook. 

At    birth    of    this    new    silvery    stream 
The  buds  and  blossoms  smiled, 
And  kissed  the  restless  child, 

As    forth    it    went    with     merry    song, 
Upon  a  winding  \vay, 
That  thro'  a  sweet  vale  lay  ; 

And,    as    it    went,     it    stronger    grew, 
Until,  o'er  rock  and  fall, 
It  dashed,  unheeding  all. 

Upon    the    banks    of    this    wild    brook, 
Clothed,  all  in  richest  green, 
And  with  majestic  mien, 


Arose  the  lofty 
redwood  trees, 
Whose  fragrant,  leaiy  shade, 
Sweet  trysting-places  made 


For  ferns,  and  flowers, 
and  mosses  rare  ; 

And  time  hath  been, 
I  ween, 

When  this  sweet, 

mountain  stream 

Hath  paused  to  start. 

with  whirring  sound 
The  wheel  of  yon  old  mill, 

Now  pulseless  grown,  and 
still 


/p|HE  sweet  brook-song  was  scarcely  o'er, 

When  on  our  ears  fell  murmuring  sounds 

Of  life  upon  another  shore  ; 

On  speeds  our  bark  with  quickening  bounds 

Until,  among  the  ships,  we  lay 

Beside  a  city  on  the  bay. 


some  pure  thought,  by  unknown  lips  let  fall, 
Which  grows,  and  bears  abroad,  rich  truths  for  all. 

So  fell  a  seed  by  Yerba  Buena  cove, 
And,  like  a  giant  young,  who  smiling  lies, 
Nor  heeds  the  dormant  powers,  so  soon  to  rise — 
So  lay  this  seed — a  village  fair — 


A  score  of  years,  then  forth  a  city  came, 
And  cast  aside  its  quaint  old  Spanish  name 

For  San  Francisco,  Western  Queen ! 
And,  like  the  saint  whose  name  it  proudly  boasts, 
A  friend  to  all  who  come  within  its  posts— 
This  city  with  a  gate  of  gold. 


When  dust-stained,  "  desert  ships  "  came  halting  in, 
Her  gates  swung  wide,  and  friendly  welcome  gave 
Those  sun-kissed  valiant  pioneers. 


While  ocean  ships,  wind-tossed  around  Cape  Horn, 
Oft  refuge  found  within  her  harbor  calm, 
Protected  by  her  queenly  grace. 


p7|  X  isle  with  rugged,  rock-bound  shore 
*J  Along  our  glittering  pathway  lay — 

A  lonely  isle,  whose  bare  coast  bore 

No  trace  of  gentle  spring,  that  day. 


A  cot  upon  a  brown  hill  there, 

A  path  that  to  a  lighthouse  led; 
These  simple  scenes,  a  picture  fair 

With  pleasing  dreams,  our  fancy  fed, 


We  seemed  to  see  that  gleaming  ray 

Pierce  far  away  the  midnight  gloom, 

In  fancy  too  across  the  bay 

We  heard  the  fog-horn's  warning  tone 


Wake  echoes  from  the  cliffs  so  bare 
While  mariner,  with  listening  ear 

The  warning  heard,  and  steered  with  care 
His  ship  past  rocks  that  frowned  near. 


/-THK  vision  passed  as  glides  a  star  ; 

Our  ship,  meanwhile,  went  on  its  way 
Past  busy  wharf,  past  reef  and  bar. 

Until  she  neared  a  marsh  that  lay 

IvOw-curving,  with  its  sandy  beach, 
Or  weeds  that  to  the  waters  reach. 


'ZTWAS  dull  and  gray,  the  marsh  that  lay 

Out-stretched  afar — a  dreary  waste 
Of  tide  lands  low,  where  ebb  and  flow 

The  waters,  that  with  reckless  haste 


Have  crept  inland,  and  silent  stand 

In  reedy  pools,  or  tiny  lakes. 
There  skimming  low,  now  swift,  now  slow 
The  sea-bird  pauses  oft  and  takes 


A  plunge  among  the  luckless  throng 
That  here  have  found  a  quiet  home  ; 

Or  rising  there,  in  lofty  air, 
A  snow}*  speck  in  sunlight  shone. 


But  just  beyond,  the  marsh's  bound 
A  city  'mongst  fair  groves  we  traced 

Here  factory  tall,  and  cottage  small 
Each  to  the  picture  lent  its  grace 


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Enchanting  view  !  Thy  charms  they  woo 

To  Alameda's  fair  retreat 
And  bid  us  wait  within  her  gate 

Her  hidden  glories  there  to  greet. 


f^EXT  near  a  shore  whose  wooded  hills 
Touched,  far  away,  the  eastern  sky, 
We  paused  to  hear  the  gladsome  trills 
Of  land  birds'  songs  as,  fitting  by, 

They  sought  their  mates  among  the  trees, 
And  joined  their  notes  with  whispering  breeze. 


\Ve  listened  then,  with  rapt  delight  — 

This  time  a  tale  of  classic  lore 
Our  captain  chose,  with  lofty  flight  : 
And  far  from  that  lo\v-curving  shore 

He  took  us,  with  that  pleasing  tale, 
Through  leafy  woods,  o'er  hill  and  vale. 


pjT  birth  of  this  fair  city,  'mid 
These  ancient  liveoak  trees, 

Athena,  goddess  fair,  'tis  said, 

With  her  attendants  came, 
And  brought  to  it  a  name. 


Thou'rt  Oakland,"  said  the  winsome  queen  ; 
"  A  city  proud  thou'lt  be! 

Thy  beauteous  lake,  thy  hills  so  green, 
Thy  slopes  that  rise  and  fall, 

I  crown,  and  bless  them  all. 


While  water  pure,  from  mountain  spring 
Shall  make  thy  gardens  smile 

And  busy  bees  their  sweets  will  bring 

From  these  rich  blossoming  fields 
That  thine  abundance  yields. 


Thy  schools,  thy  colleges  and  halls 
Far-famed  shall  be  on  earth  ; 

The  temples  of  Right  within  thy  walls 
Shall  flourish  ;  and  fair  Truth 
Be  prized  by  all  thy  youth." 


/gTHE  captain  paused,  and  raised  his  hand 

"  See  yonder  halls,  that,  tower-crowned 
Arise  amid  the  forest  grand, 
'Tis  California's  college  ground 

And  here  her  youth  of  every  class 
May  come  and  thro'  those  portals  pass. 


Fair  Berkeley  !  nestling  'neath  the  hills 

Beside  a  calm  and  sparkling  bay, 

We  loitered  long  beside  its  rills, 

In  flowery  paths,  that  led  away 

To  shady  nooks,  where  might  be  seen 

Fair  bowers — fit  shrines  for  wisdom's  queen. 


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From  classic  halls  we  turned  away 

To  gaze  upon  a  poet's  home  ; 
'Tvvas  near  the  close  of  that  bright  day, 
And  golden  sunlight  on  it  shone  ; 

Perfume  of  flowers,  and  birds'  songs  low 
A  witching  spell  about  us  throw. 


And  ' '  Songs  of  the  Sierras  ' '  there, 

With  new  sweet  charms  fell  on  the  ear  ; 
Those  rhythmic  notes  came  softer  where 
The  singer's  presence  was  so  near — 

Again,  we  seemed  to  hear  him  say, 
As  light  our  boat  rocked  on  the  bay 


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"  For  surely  godland  lies  not  far 

From  these  Greek  heights  and  this  great  sea 
My  friend,  my  lover  trend  this  way, 

Not  far  along  lies  Arcady." — Joaquin  Miller. 


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And  when  the  sun  went  down,  outside 

The  Golden  Gate,  we  followed,  too, 
And  sought  again  the  ocean  wide, 

The  while  the  scenes  that  charmed  our  view 
Were  'graven  on  our  hearts  for  aye, 
Sweet  visions  of  an  autumn  day! 


And  though  our  bark  in  other  climes 

Ma}'  loose  again  its  snowy  sail, 
Our  hearts  with  joy  will  oftentimes 

These  isles,  these  shores,  this  mount  and  vale 
Recall,  and  bless  that  kindly  fate 
That  led  Within  the  Golden  Gate. 


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